I got lost in Houston and had a few amazing experiences

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85. Once, just outside OKC on I35N, where they're always doing roadwork, my manx cat escaped from the car.

I was frantic. She luckily sprinted off into the field and not the highway, but I also had a four year old in tow (moving day to another state). So it wasn't like I could just run off and leave her alone in the car. I got on the CB and within minutes had a 6'5" trucker pulled up behind me. This bear of a man went strolling through the field calling "kitty, kitty" until he found Tojo and brought him back to me, safe and sound.

Then, because we were headed in the same direction and he was an empty load, he loaded my car into the back of the truck and drove me all the way to my front door at Mom's. Come to find out, this particular trucker also knew my Mom. So it was old home week. Best of all, I had the little blank manx who howled from hell for 8 straight hours (even while on a sedative) still with me.

I look back now and think how bad things could have gone in today's world under the same situation. But even tho it wasn't long after that the killer on the TX rest stops happened, it still seemed like a different world where people's natures were concerned.